The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 07:58:26 -

The bus groaned as it climbed the steep grade of the Appalachian foothills, its engine a dying thing that coughed and sputtered in the thinning air. Inside, the air was stale, recycled through filters that had long since lost their efficacy, carrying the scent of damp wool, old sweat, and the metallic tang of the brake fluid that leaked from the undercarriage. Thomas sat by the window, his...

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